Chapter 103: Transformation

The three of Saman formed a triangle, emitting strange syllables from their mouths. Lines of runes floated into the chains. With a clanging sound, the crimson chains vibrated endlessly, slipping off from the metal box. The three continued chanting without pause, and the patterns carved on the box body lit up. Strangely, not all the patterns lit up, but lit up according to some special pattern. Soon, those lit patterns on the box surface formed a picture.

It was like a signal. The originally seamless box cracked open from the middle, and crimson light leaked out from the gaps.

The gaps grew larger, and the things inside the box were completely revealed before Zhou Tian's eyes.

"Is this the Ashen Gun?"

Zhou Tian's face was filled with surprise, shaken by the object inside.

"Yes, this is the Ashen Gun!" Saman's expression toward Zhou Tian was very satisfied, with a hint of pride in his tone.

Zhou Tian's face was full of speechlessness as he looked at the crimson gun head floating in the air above the round altar inside the box, slowly rotating. The edges were crystal clear, and the materials were exquisite. In a daze, Zhou Tian seemed to see an ancient celestial deity wielding a divine spear, every move capable of shattering the heavens.

Not... big brother... just this broken thing, where did your pride come from?

It was still only half a gun head? As that gun head rotated, Zhou Tian suddenly discovered it was only half, and for a moment didn't know what to say.

However, looking at the obsessed eyes of Saman and the others, Zhou Tian still didn't mock this broken gun head. Brain-dead fans were truly terrifying.

Saman took out that red silk from his bosom, solemnly picked it up, and stepped forward step by step, it seemed he was about to place it now.

Zhou Tian's brows furrowed slightly. Now? All his skills had not yet refreshed. Attack seal had only three or four opportunities left, revival count had been boosted to the Holy Words, and the Holy Words had a seven-day cooldown. To be on the safe side, he did not want to start now, not for Anduin, but for Zhang Yi and Mu Su.

"Saman, are we starting now?"

"Yes." Saman's eyes were firm. "The Son of God has suffered for a long time. We absolutely cannot let the Son of God stay there for one more moment."

"My people will take about six more hours to arrive. The Holy God Sect is not an ordinary cult. It is hard to say they do not have hidden powerful trump cards. Why not wait for my people to arrive before acting? That can also give us more certainty."

Zhou Tian knew that if they simply wanted to prolong the time, Saman and the others would definitely not agree, so he made up an excuse.

A look of desire appeared on Saman's face. Zhou Tian seized the opportunity and continued to say, "As long as we wait a bit longer, we can gain more certainty. I believe even Anduin would not mind waiting a bit longer."

"All right." Zhou Tian's words became the last straw that broke the camel's back. Saman nodded in agreement. It seemed he held the highest status among the three.

As for Zhou Tian's "my people," he did not suspect it. In his heart, it was normal for someone who can trade with their own Son of God and escape from the Holy God Sect's Judgment Hall to have some backing.

Subsequently, under the guidance of the believers, Zhou Tian went to a rest area to wait for the passing of time.

Time passed quickly. Nothing strange happened in the middle, although the believers had mentioned that the Holy God Sect knights had passed by several times, but they had been operating here for a long time and nothing unusual was detected.

Soon, six hours passed. At the instant of revival count and skill refresh, Zhou Tian opened his eyes. "Take me to find Bishop Saman."

The accompanying believers did not dare to slacken, leading Zhou Tian to the place where the Ashen Gun was stored.

Saman and the other two had never left here. The moment they saw the three, Zhou Tian immediately spoke up, "Saman, my people have arrived near Sela City and can act now."

"Good!"

Saman's face showed excitement. He walked into the box, placed the blood silk under the altar of that half gun head. Instantly, the blood color on the blood silk faded, and a blood droplet was condensed. It was exactly the blood that Anduin had dripped earlier. The white cloth turned to ash and disappeared.

The crimson gun head flashed with divine light. The blood droplet with red and gold fused with the gun head seamlessly. Whether it was an illusion or not, Zhou Tian seemed to hear a roar. Looking again, that crimson gun head had already disappeared from the altar.

Saman shouted, "Quickly go to Sela City to support the Son of God!"

Turning his head, Zhou Tian had disappeared from the spot. No great surprise—how could an ordinary person be able to cooperate with the Son of God?

The entire underground crowd surged, everyone with excited expressions, as if not going to a life-or-death battle but to obtain a great opportunity.

And at the moment the crimson gun head disappeared, inside the Judgment Hall, in Anduin's cage.

The Anduin who had been sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes. Crimson flames shone brightly in his pupils. The space before him shattered, and an object flashing with divine light suddenly appeared—it was the missing Ashen Gun head.

Even Anduin showed an excited expression. He reached out and grasped it. The incomplete Ashen Gun head had a dazzling crimson glow, as if lava was flowing out. Instantly, it formed a complete crimson gun body, covered in lava-like patterns, as if completely undamaged, falling into Anduin's hand.

Anduin gripped the Ashen Gun. The lava-like patterns extended to his entire body. He bent his body, his face flushed red, as if in extreme pain.

"Ah!"

A furious shout. With a puchi sound, a pair of crimson wings extended from his back. Purple double horns grew on his head. His whole body burned with crimson flames. His body suddenly doubled in height. Stone-like muscles dripped with crimson magma, just like that virtual shadow that had appeared behind him earlier.

The exhaled gas turned into a lava storm. He lightly waved his hand, and the cage that had once made him frown in worry was shredded like thin paper before the Ashen Gun.

The other creatures in the cage all stared in daze, only Zhang Yi and Mu Su had flickering eyes.

The creature transformed from Anduin walked to the front of these two cages and tore the fences apart.

Zhang Yi moved his body and took out two long swords from the void, handing one to Mu Su.

The people from the Holy God Sect seemed not to know what "personal space" was. They had not sealed his space, only unable to use it inside the cage.

"Follow me."

A deep voice came from the mouth of the creature in front. Zhang Yi and Mu Su looked at each other and nodded.

Anduin strode forward, each step leaving behind a burning footprint on the ground.

The energy construct came forward. At this moment, it had been completely purified by the Holy God Sect. A holy spear condensed in its hand.

Thump!

The Ashen Gun burst forth through its body. Crimson flames swept its entire body. In a moment, it turned into flowing metal liquid. Anduin's steps had not the slightest pause.

Zhang Yi was a bit surprised. What kind of power was this? Just now, Anduin was only at the Dharma phase level. After obtaining that weapon, he was probably a Saint King. How could he master that weapon without any burden? Could it be the power of divine blood?